"Thirty-two thousand eight. ”

"Thirty-two thousand nine ......"

"Six thousand three, six thousand four ......"

Sitting on the steps of a hidden alley, Chen Yi counted all the banknotes in his money bag.

Huaxia coins, a total of 32,900 yuan.

U.S. dollars, a total of 6,400 dollars.

Non-South rand, with a total of 21,000 pieces.

Euro dollars, 600 pieces.

The total value is more than 90,000 Chinese coins.

Not only did he have the money for the journey, but he also had enough money to buy souvenirs for his mother.

"They're all rich people. ”

Throwing away the money bag and sunglasses, Chen Yi stood up and sighed, then changed into a new set of clothes, wrapped the Sulu staff in a brand new cloth, walked out of the alley refreshed, found the commercial street, and began to buy on a large scale.

Speaking of Feinan, Chen Yi's first impression is that he is poor, depressed and criminal. But at this point, I found that it was not so unbearable. At least the city where he is located is clean and tidy, with fresh air and high-rise buildings. The sidewalks are lined with people of all races, and the streets are occasionally lined with luxury cars, making it a modern and diverse city.

The shops lining the street are also lavishly decorated, with their windows filled with colourful goods, including gold ornaments, diamonds and white ivory, which are hard to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Standing on the street corner and glancing around, Chen Yi thought for a moment and walked into a musical instrument shop.

The shopkeeper was a Caucasian male, sitting lazily behind the computer desk, playing games with a crooked hat, when he saw Chen Yi walk in, he said in a muffled voice, "Hello." (Who the hell are you?)

“Fine，thanks。 (I'm a customer!, do you know how to do business?)

“Pick one and tell me。 (Pick it yourself, don't affect my score.) ）

“OK。 (Sand sculpture.) ）

After a soul-in-depth dialogue, Chen Yi picked a guitar, played a chord casually, put the guitar in the guitar case, carried it behind his back, and took out a few non-South Lantr coins printed with leopard heads from his arms, and threw them on the boss's computer desk: "No need to look for it." ”

After that, the local tyrant walked towards the door with great momentum.

“stop！”

But before Chen Yi could take a few steps, he was dragged back by the boss who came out, and he was kind in awkward Chinese: "Nimad!

"Ahh......h

Happy.

……

"Sauri ......"

After paying the remaining money, Chen Yi left the musical instrument store with the guitar case on his back, bought a lot of souvenirs with Feinan characteristics, looked up at the time, and then prepared to return to the mirror world and go to the teleportation array.

When he passed by a small beach park, he stopped, looked at the park bench, a black child playing a broken guitar, was silent for a moment, stepped forward, reached out and touched the other party's little head: "You must not understand Huaxia, right?"

"Wie is jy?"

"I don't understand what you're saying. Withdrawing his hand, Chen Yi opened the guitar case, took out the brand-new guitar inside, and handed it to the other party: "I've sent it to you." ”

"Wow!" the black kid covered his mouth in surprise.

"Goodbye!" beckoning with a smile, Chen Yi put the Sulu Staff into the guitar case, closed the box, and turned to leave. Only a back that gradually distorts in the sunlight is left.

……

Walking to a remote corner and looking around at no one, Chen Yi mobilized elemental particles to gather into his palm.

"Tear up!"

The palm of his hand emitted a soft white light, and immediately tore open a small crack in space.

Then, he took out the emerald pendant in his arms and further widened the crack until he tore off a large piece of spatial film, revealing the mirror world behind the spatial door.

"I hope no one will recognize me. ”

Rubbing his slightly stiff cheeks, Chen Yi took a deep breath and stepped into the space door and entered the mirror world.

In fact, there has just been such a big wave of hatred, and the smart choice is to hide for a few days to avoid the limelight. But he was in a hurry to go home, so he could only choose to take a risk.

“……”

The moment I shuttled through the two worlds, the noise in my ears came to an abrupt end.

Chen Yi's body was half-squatting, and he cautiously scanned the surroundings to make sure that there was no danger, and walked towards the location of the teleportation station.

As for the door that left the space?

How many times have he said it, he will only dismantle it, not repair it.

Three minutes later, he walked over to the glass door of the portal hall, and after a moment of silence, tentatively pushed the door open.

"Boom!"

The next moment, everyone's eyes in the hall were like spotlights, focusing on Chen Yi's body.

"Gollum. ”

Swallowing his saliva and looking at the crowd with unkind faces, Chen Yi timidly walked into the hall with a look of extreme cowardice.

He could see that there were many transcendents in the crowd who were not very emotionally stable.

"I don't recognize my ......"

"I don't recognize my ......"

"I don't recognize my ......"

After half a minute of hypnotization in his heart, Chen Yi stepped forward step by step, full of the behavior and behavior that an ignorant crowd should show in the presence of onlookers, that is, dazed, panicked, cautious, and confused......

According to the information he had received from the mouth of the leader of the Two-Horned Clan, it was difficult for an extraordinary person's spiritual power to fluctuate, unless he was a very familiar companion who sniffed it up close.

Most human transcendents recognize people, no different from ordinary people, and they all look at them with that pair of eyes.

Therefore, Chen Yi is very sure in his heart that no one can recognize him.

Sure enough, until he walked to the bar in the middle of the hall, there was a queue behind three transcendents who also bought tickets, and the crowd staring at him coldly did not make any move.

Soon, but in just a minute, Chen Yi was in line.

He straightened his collar, lowered his voice, and asked the middle-aged black woman in the bar, "Auntie, what's wrong with them? Why do you look at me like that? Do I have anything on me?"

The black woman raised her head, glanced at Chen Yi, then turned her head to scan the crowd, and said in a loud voice in Huaxia: "Don't worry, it's not aimed at you." They all seem to be nervous, no matter who comes in. ”

"Whew. Chen Yi opened his mouth and pretended to be abrupt.

"Where are you going? "Black women get straight to the point.

"Terminal hub. ”

"Two thousand nine hundred dollars. ”

"Good. Chen Yimali took out a wad of U.S. bills that had been prepared and handed them to the other party.

The black woman counted twice with her fingers, took out a small ticket from under the bar, skillfully signed her name, and threw it to Chen Yi: "Door C on the second floor." ”

"Thank you. ”

Catching the paper ticket, Chen Yi thanked him very politely, turned around and was about to go upstairs, but was suddenly blocked by a figure.

When I looked at it, it was the old man on crutches.

"Old... Grandpa, what are you doing?" Chen Yi looked dazed, and the chicken thief abandoned the title of "uncle" and skillfully used the Northeast accent.

"You ......" the old man narrowed his eyes: "It's very familiar......"